[Introduction] And cursed be thy name ! (From ashes to flesh)

[i_hate_valar]

He went down cursing the Dark Lord - the Enemy, and reminding his sons of their Sacred Duty, now sacred twice over.  He went, then, out to a place unnamed, and his spirit for a time remained in an unexplored and untold limbo.

When Feanaro Finwion finds himself suddenly in a forest, he is quite lost, though loath to admit it, even to himself.

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[valiantfinwe]

Well then.

Fingon plants his feet and turns to face his uncle head on, because he is not about to turn his back on this one. While his father may be forgiving and attempted to mend things, Fingon is not quite so understanding. Not quite. And he wishes, again, that his hair were long enough to braid.

His expression stony, Fingon brings his head up almost defiantly, simply watching Feanor's approach without comment. At least for now. We're sure his silence won't last long.

He's likely grown since his uncle saw him last, and certainly matured. Of course, some would argue, only a little.

[valiantfinwe]

"And did it never cross your mind that maybe you were wrong?" With heat of his own. "And forget about my family - what about your sons? They all died for you. Maitimo-"

He cuts off. He doesn't want to shame his friend.

[i_hate_valar]

"There is no shame in their deaths. They fought valiantly in the pursuit of a just cause."

[valiantfinwe]

"They died," Fiercely. "They died and ultimately all for nothing; nothing came of it, of any of it. It was folly, perhaps their suffering doesn't matter to you-"

[i_hate_valar]

Fingon, be careful, if you don't dodge, you will get smacked around again - it's a buffeting motion, intended to shut him up.

"Do not presume of my relationship with my sons, nephew."

[valiantfinwe]

Fingon isn't going to dodge. Intentionally. That stings, his pride as well, but like his usual stubborn exasperating self, Fingon isn't letting go now.

"I will presume as much until you prove otherwise," he says coldly. "Can you claim otherwise? You used Maitimo. He wasted his life for you."

[i_hate_valar]

"Do you presume that my son had so little will that he would not speak his mind? Whatever madness pushed him over the edge," lolpun, "it was his weakness and not my doing."

I was dead, remember?

[valiantfinwe]

Fingon is really trembling now, with genuine rage. On behalf of his father, on behalf of Galadriel, on behalf of Maedhros -

"You would fault him for his loyalty to you?" The fury is probably audible. "You expected nothing less in life. If you knew him at all you must have known that your death would only seal his fate."

[i_hate_valar]

"And you fault me for having loyal sons, Findekano. Clearly, too much idle time has addled your mind. This conversation is over."

Mostly because he needs to go emo privately, kthx.

[valiantfinwe]

Fingon nearly tosses his head. But he doesn't have a braid to toss. "Go, then. But you have no hold over me, nor over this place, and never will."

[i_hate_valar]

Feanor goes by, his expression looking fairly self-confident. As if to say, You have nothing on me, boy.